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jigokulogs2022-05-08 07:00 pm
watermemory) wrote in jigokulogs2022-05-08 07:00 pm
[ OPEN ] double trouble
Who ⬤ Tamamori, Minakami, and whomstever (that's you)
What ⬤ Substory 2 and 4, and a couple other options
When ⬤ Throughout May
Where ⬤ All over
Content Warnings ⬤ None that I can foresee. Will edit if it crops up.
This is a duo open post involvingfuckdogramagra and watermemory, because these two idiots are stapled at the hip at the moment. Harass one or the other or both, though let us know if you’d rather not have threadjacking occur.
Starters are in prose, but can tag in brackets if you prefer.
[ A: Substory #2: Vend Me A Dream ]
[ Location: Various (see below) ]
If anyone asks, this is Minakami's fault for agreeing to lend the shirime a hand—in his defense, he was startled and doesn't know how to say no to these things. Also in his defense, it sounded like a simple favour at the time.
Minakami and Tamamori can be found going round in circles downtown:
— ...in an arcade, trying to win a specific plushie from a crane game for an inugami's chew toy.
— ...at a drugstore, looking for a particular brand of hair conditioner for a nozuchi (What's the difference between regular and leave-in? Did it say what fragrance it wanted? What does hair porosity even mean?).
— ...down sidestreets and alleyways, chasing down a hapless tsurubebi to catch in a lava lamp. Sounds like some cabaret owner is redecorating and insists she needs it for atmosphere.
— ...trying, and seemingly failing, to help a hinnagami take a selfie. It’s likely they’ve forgotten exactly why they were doing this one, but they sure are giving it their all still.
— ...and generally getting hopelessly lost. Tamamori’s complaining that his feet hurt and Minakami’s usual good humour is bleeding away at the seams.
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[ B: Substory #4: Haniwhat? ]
[ Location: A plaza in Sutoku territory. ]
Well, this one’s Tamamori’s fault, though Mina’s not free of sin for going along with it either. Despite getting cranky and tired by the end of the shirime’s runaround, it’s done its job at getting them situated in Jigoku-cho, and Minakami’s unease at seeing yokai everywhere (when he’s only been told cautionary tales about them and has had nothing but bad experiences with the one spirit he’s had contact with) has somewhat abated. Maybe things are less weird and bad than they seem!!
Which is why the duo can be found at an outdoor table not far from Tamamori’s apartment building. Normally there’s street performers or some kind of noisy event at this plaza, but right now it’s relatively quiet. There’s the remains of konbini snacks and onigiri on the table, and way too many soda cans for just two people.
Minakami has a small stack of books next to him (he’s already found a lending library willing to give a Lost Soul a library card), peacefully reading up on burial customs and ancient pottery. Tamamori has one of the haniwa figurines propped up on the table, rather having a very intense staring match with it, or trying to examine it. Not that he has any reason to be more suited to that than Minakami, but he’s apparently taken this self-appointed task very seriously. At odds with that is maybe the haniwa’s ‘embellishments’—the clay figurine appears to have a very small black felt cap, that looks like it would be from an old-fashioned school uniform. There’s even a tiny badge on the hat brim made from foil.
Spiritual sensitivity? Awful nightmare vibes? What’s that? It’s just a little guy.
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[ C: Other: this was easier to pull off when they were kids ]
[ Location: Around the Sutoku apartment complex; the hallways, or lobby, or wherever else. ]
There’s no real rule saying that people from other factions can’t hang out. However, ‘hang out’ is a little too generous of a term for the ongoing shenanigans in Tama’s shiny, new Sutoku apartment. Mumbling voices at all hours, that quiet down just before the building superintendent makes their rounds, Tama poking his head out of his room’s door and checking down either end of the hallway before opening it for any reason at all... there’s even an incident with music playing a touch too loud, complete with the muffled sounds of people trying desperately to quiet it down.
It’s all pretty suspicious, and frankly, painfully obvious to his neighbors, no doubt. You could say something, give the duo tips on how to actually pull this stupid grift off, or just complain about the noise.
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[ D: Other: happy birthday to the ground ]
[ Minakami-specific ]
[ Location: Shuten apartment foyer. ]
Despite the fact that he's made other living arrangements, Minakami been ducking back into his assigned flat every so often, whether to keep up appearances of abiding by the residency rules, or respond to Shuten obligations when they come calling, or store stuff that doesn't fit in Tama's place, or—in this case—to check his mailbox. There's rarely anything there, which he supposes is a consequence of doing everything through the telephone thing, but this time...
Jigoku-cho has adapted fast to the influx of "Lost Souls", and for a functioning, thriving modern city, that means marketing. And mailing lists. Truly, Hell is where data harvesters go. Somehow, his personal details got into the system, and after a little confusion of dates (it's June where he comes from, but May here), eventually the backlog of spam had to go somewhere.
Minakami can be found at the dingy foyer, his mailbox open and overflowing with advertisement fliers and promotional cardstock. He's carrying a shoulder-bag with one hand, and in the other hand he has a cheery-looking card recommending he spend his special day at a Tamamo-run spa (price 25% off for couples!). A tinny little mechanism is singing a legally-distinct version of Happy Birthday.
While his face is a difficult read at the best of times, it is more inscrutable now than ever.
What ⬤ Substory 2 and 4, and a couple other options
When ⬤ Throughout May
Where ⬤ All over
Content Warnings ⬤ None that I can foresee. Will edit if it crops up.
This is a duo open post involving
fuckdogramagra and watermemory, because these two idiots are stapled at the hip at the moment. Harass one or the other or both, though let us know if you’d rather not have threadjacking occur.Starters are in prose, but can tag in brackets if you prefer.
[ A: Substory #2: Vend Me A Dream ]
[ Location: Various (see below) ]
If anyone asks, this is Minakami's fault for agreeing to lend the shirime a hand—in his defense, he was startled and doesn't know how to say no to these things. Also in his defense, it sounded like a simple favour at the time.
Minakami and Tamamori can be found going round in circles downtown:
— ...in an arcade, trying to win a specific plushie from a crane game for an inugami's chew toy.
— ...at a drugstore, looking for a particular brand of hair conditioner for a nozuchi (What's the difference between regular and leave-in? Did it say what fragrance it wanted? What does hair porosity even mean?).
— ...down sidestreets and alleyways, chasing down a hapless tsurubebi to catch in a lava lamp. Sounds like some cabaret owner is redecorating and insists she needs it for atmosphere.
— ...trying, and seemingly failing, to help a hinnagami take a selfie. It’s likely they’ve forgotten exactly why they were doing this one, but they sure are giving it their all still.
— ...and generally getting hopelessly lost. Tamamori’s complaining that his feet hurt and Minakami’s usual good humour is bleeding away at the seams.
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[ B: Substory #4: Haniwhat? ]
[ Location: A plaza in Sutoku territory. ]
Well, this one’s Tamamori’s fault, though Mina’s not free of sin for going along with it either. Despite getting cranky and tired by the end of the shirime’s runaround, it’s done its job at getting them situated in Jigoku-cho, and Minakami’s unease at seeing yokai everywhere (when he’s only been told cautionary tales about them and has had nothing but bad experiences with the one spirit he’s had contact with) has somewhat abated. Maybe things are less weird and bad than they seem!!
Which is why the duo can be found at an outdoor table not far from Tamamori’s apartment building. Normally there’s street performers or some kind of noisy event at this plaza, but right now it’s relatively quiet. There’s the remains of konbini snacks and onigiri on the table, and way too many soda cans for just two people.
Minakami has a small stack of books next to him (he’s already found a lending library willing to give a Lost Soul a library card), peacefully reading up on burial customs and ancient pottery. Tamamori has one of the haniwa figurines propped up on the table, rather having a very intense staring match with it, or trying to examine it. Not that he has any reason to be more suited to that than Minakami, but he’s apparently taken this self-appointed task very seriously. At odds with that is maybe the haniwa’s ‘embellishments’—the clay figurine appears to have a very small black felt cap, that looks like it would be from an old-fashioned school uniform. There’s even a tiny badge on the hat brim made from foil.
Spiritual sensitivity? Awful nightmare vibes? What’s that? It’s just a little guy.
-
[ C: Other: this was easier to pull off when they were kids ]
[ Location: Around the Sutoku apartment complex; the hallways, or lobby, or wherever else. ]
There’s no real rule saying that people from other factions can’t hang out. However, ‘hang out’ is a little too generous of a term for the ongoing shenanigans in Tama’s shiny, new Sutoku apartment. Mumbling voices at all hours, that quiet down just before the building superintendent makes their rounds, Tama poking his head out of his room’s door and checking down either end of the hallway before opening it for any reason at all... there’s even an incident with music playing a touch too loud, complete with the muffled sounds of people trying desperately to quiet it down.
It’s all pretty suspicious, and frankly, painfully obvious to his neighbors, no doubt. You could say something, give the duo tips on how to actually pull this stupid grift off, or just complain about the noise.
-
[ D: Other: happy birthday to the ground ]
[ Minakami-specific ]
[ Location: Shuten apartment foyer. ]
Despite the fact that he's made other living arrangements, Minakami been ducking back into his assigned flat every so often, whether to keep up appearances of abiding by the residency rules, or respond to Shuten obligations when they come calling, or store stuff that doesn't fit in Tama's place, or—in this case—to check his mailbox. There's rarely anything there, which he supposes is a consequence of doing everything through the telephone thing, but this time...
Jigoku-cho has adapted fast to the influx of "Lost Souls", and for a functioning, thriving modern city, that means marketing. And mailing lists. Truly, Hell is where data harvesters go. Somehow, his personal details got into the system, and after a little confusion of dates (it's June where he comes from, but May here), eventually the backlog of spam had to go somewhere.
Minakami can be found at the dingy foyer, his mailbox open and overflowing with advertisement fliers and promotional cardstock. He's carrying a shoulder-bag with one hand, and in the other hand he has a cheery-looking card recommending he spend his special day at a Tamamo-run spa (price 25% off for couples!). A tinny little mechanism is singing a legally-distinct version of Happy Birthday.
While his face is a difficult read at the best of times, it is more inscrutable now than ever.
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"-oh," So, his response when being addressed comes off a bit lame, looking up from his two different bottles of conditioner; one some kind of hair mask proclaiming the POWER OF HORSE OIL, and the other emblazoned with flower patterns. This kind of guy- Tama can't decide if he fits right in, looking that ethereal, like he might be an immortal of some sort. It's enough to make him straighten his back and try to look less like a gremlin. "S-sort of?" Trying to multitask had left him comparing incompatible things, was how it sounded, so he set down the flowery bottle, then the horse oil one. Did horses go to hell? Maybe it came from horse yokai? "A demon asked for a conditioner to add 'volume', and I've never heard of such before..."
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His access to Chinese literature has been... well, it's been nonexistent, and its history only barely better than that. (But that's a topic for another day.) But Yizhi sounds friendly, for all that he looks like he stepped out of a painted scroll, so he nods cordially back, in confirmation of what Tamamori said. "Hm-" He glances down at the conditioner bottles (h,orse oil,?): "That does make sense -- I'm afraid my friend and I are a bit lost at sea, here."
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He reaches past Tamamori’s hovering hands to pluck out various bottles from the shelf. Arakita’s Special Formula for Damaged Scalp, Fun & Fresh Conditioner… ah, the label on the thing Tamamori put down tells Yizhi in no uncertain terms that the two men were reading about horse oil. It’s proud, even, to proclaim that it’s got oil of the horse in its majestic black-and-bronze receptacle.
“Usually something like this would be… on the label… it would say ‘volume-improving conditioner’, or something like that. They might not sell something that specific here, unfortunately. I’m very sorry.” Yizhi straightens up, then bows his head slightly in apology. “If you go to a beauty shop, they probably stock conditioner for volume, and sometimes they give out free samples as well?”
Welcome to your next fetchquest…?
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"It's not your fault." It comes out as a sigh that makes him almost curl in on himself, but he does mean it. His downturned head, however, means he finally notes the other shopping basket, and the dismay is almost immediately wiped away. "At this rate, we may be better off asking the yokai what it specifically wants-" And snagging up free samples; Tamamori, ever the cheapskate. "-but there were other things that we were looking in to, here. Things like those..." He gestures vaguely at the basket, careful to not be rude in case this is a celestial. "...masks? I've never seen these kinds of things for..." Tama trails off, looking uncomfortable as he's unsure or otherwise unwilling to bring up the gender thing. He's already seen plenty of things that went against that stuff upon arriving here, and it's not like his own life has been absent of exceptions to rules, either...he's certainly not opposed to it, but it still feels lame to admit he's a little surprised.
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Tama's trailing off isn't lost on him -- to be honest, Minakami himself isn't sure he himself has much use for most of this products; maybe his aunt would have been more help, but two years of insisting, no, really, she doesn't hate you, hadn't swayed Tamamori one bit, and his aunt isn't here.
It's not as smooth as he could have, but Minakami speaks up to cover his friend's faltering: "We're new, ah, "Lost Souls" -- Tama's just moved into the residence they gave him, and he needs help stocking up. Our world's different, it's difficult to say which of these products are worthwhile or not." Trying to change the topic from 'Is it okay for guys to use this stuff' to 'it's a given we're getting these, so which should he get'.
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His smile turns sympathetic, understanding of the slightly pathetic state the two strangers find themselves in. Life as a new Lost Soul is a grind. He wishes he were a celestial, so he wouldn’t feel the need to devote such a chunk of his finances to skincare products- or food- or a place to sleep at night. Oh, the lives immortals lead.
“If you’re lucky or skilled it can get better, I promise you,” Yizhi says sincerely, folding his hands in front of him so his hands disappear into the opposite sleeve. He hopes they’ll succeed, he’s not one for wishing ill on strangers, but his words are also honest in the big if of that future. It’s hard to tell from a single conversation.
But oh, wait! The shorter mister is asking about his facemasks!
“Yeah, when it comes to products like these, it’s really best to be there in person. These are facemasks! They’re good for really infusing your face with moisturizers or soothing herbs or whatever you need.” There is a noticeable uptick in enthusiasm now that they’ve hit on something he actually cares about. Yizhi picks one out from his basket to show, continuing to talk- “-but they’re not essential, and you must be short on cash, so, maybe just the basics unless you feel like treating yourself. They’re fun to do.”
They are fun. It’s one reason why Yizhi likes them. He turns to the taller one- the one who’d called the other Tama, who’s nice enough but a mild and forgettable sort of nice that Yizhi sees also in himself- and adds, smiling politely, “you’ll need to stock up your place too, right? You’re also new.”
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"We're staying together, so we can at least share some things." That's pretty normal to admit for Tama, though he does look up at Minakami with a little bit of a mischievous snicker. "You don't have as sensitive of a nose as me, but maybe you wouldn't like to smell like hydrangea. I guess I should have a little mercy on you."
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But he can tell Yizhi meant it genuinely, which really does mean a lot, and he smiles a little to soften the seriousness of the statement.
"It's... not something I'd thought about, no..." He clears his throat to cover his embarrassment -- he was trying to be discreet about the roommate situation -- and he moves so he's not in the way of the aisle. "Ah- Tamamori, I think we could use a break now anyway... Why don't I get us something to eat, and you can ask this gentleman more questions? If that's alright, Mr. ...?"
(in other words: Mina's backing out of this thread for a little bit to do the s/o thing of "okay babe go talk to your friend in the makeup aisle I'm gonna, go, do stuff,,")
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“There are many products with mild scents, so no one will smell anything unless they get really close. Or unless you douse yourself with a hydrangea perfume, I guess.” Poor guy, how’s he thrown off by the skincare products so much that he needs to get a snack? “But of course, if you two need to step away don’t let me keep you. I’m Gao Yizhi, affiliated with the Tamamo Clan.”
To Tamamori: “If you like floral scents, I was actually going to show you this hand cream I got as a free sample- but if you have to be with your friend, I understand!”
[ooc: I’m happy to have Mina back out of the thread for now! Yizhi’s just interrogating it because he’s like that :P]
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He glancing back over at Minakami's all too tall head now several aisles over. Hopefully he can still hear him, and gets even more embarrassed. It's hard not to find that delightful. "Oh, right- Mizumori Tama. Unlike Minakami, I'm viewing this as an excuse to further my education!" That earned a firm nod, one followed up by Tamamori adjusting his glasses, putting them on for emphasis- even if they felt sillier to rely on now, he still liked to fiddle with them. "Hand creams...I'd never been able to use such a thing back home. But I would sit in our garden as a child and try to soak up the smells all the same, so this feels like a natural progression, for me, at least."
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The fragrance might be new to Tamamori- it’s the synthetic sweetness of a modern-era scented lotion. But it’s a good-quality cream that doesn’t smell cloying, like perfume, and if Tamamori extends his hand the cream feels smooth on his skin.
“What do you think?”
He’d been a bit skeptical of Tenkohime’s philosophy at first, but only because he’s had enough indulgence himself- for someone who’s gone without, which Yizhi assumes is for reasons of social class, he’s unexpectedly enthusiastic about tempting a guy with hand cream in the middle of a drugstore. It is a social service in a way.
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"It smells...different, not a bad different." Rubbing it in, however...he's not one to avoid bathing (it's his favorite luxury, after all), but this would do wonders after a day writing orders or manuscripts, hands cracking and covered in tiny papercuts...many might joke about the callouses of such a lackadaisical roninsei lifestyle, but frankly it's more intensive than it looks sometimes!! "But it feels amazing. It's so soft." He turns his head, the instinct to yell over at Minakami to come feel his hands nearly ruining both their lives for all of time, but the words catch in his throat just in the nick of time. He turns back, only a little flustered. "I work with books a lot- back home, I mean. So I'm always soaking my hands to remove ink, and trying-" And failing. "-to dust all the shelves...this would have helped a lot with that."
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“Better late than never. I got this sample tube from Haru-no-kyuden last week, they might still be giving those out if you go in the next few days. But for now, drugstore moisturizers do the same thing-” He squints down the aisles, then walks a few paces to the section selling body soaps and lotions. He picks up a tub of ‘Shea Butter Body Lotion (ULTRA MOISTURISING!)’. “This will also help with dry skin. There’s unscented ones too if your friend would also like to use some.”
Ah. Wait…. “Uh, if you’re interested in horse oil, that also… that’s also a moisturiser.” The POWER OF HORSE OIL is also here on the body soaps section. Apparently horse oil is really popular so there’s probably a horse oil product on every shelf, for every part of your body.
trying to look up period cosmetics is the real hell im cosigned to
But the distraction back to the horse oil leaves Tama more obvious in his expressions, blanching and holding up a hand. "Basashi is common where I live, but I don't have a taste for it. The horses can stay in the field, not in my stomach or on my skin." Though, at least that implies they...use all of the horse? Hopefully? He's never had pets beyond the goldfish he so atrociously handled, but horses still qualify too much under 'friend' to be 'food/byproduct'. "I don't know what a shea is, but it's less likely to be something that would look at me sadly for wearing it."
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“....I always assumed they’d just- rinse the oil off the horse?” Like, it’s oils from the skin, r-right? Where else is there oil in a horse? His biology classes never mentioned anything about there being oil in animals, but now that he actually thinks about it- he doesn’t want to think about it, actually. “That sounds silly now that I say it out loud. Yes, sure, there’re plenty of alternatives to that. I’m going to look up shea butter.”
He digs out his smartphone and search-engines it. “...shea butter is from the nut of the shea tree. So it’s a plant.” A relief to realise. Smooth skin is great, but… Zetian has taught him that not all beauty procedures are worth the cost of it. "What do you think?"
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Ah. Plants, those aren't really alive-alive, right? Not unless they're old enough to be...wait no, he's not thinking about it too hard. Using nuts from a tree would still be better than any other alternative, and he takes the shea butter with some relief of his own. "That's much better than the alternatives, at least until I'm able to try out all the free samples elsewhere." Tama cast his head back over to Minakami's lingering form, having to rock up on his heels and wave his sleeve to try and get his attention. "Mi~na~ka~mi! I want you to smell something...!" babe get over here hes gotta show you a product
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Having picked up the requested soda and snacks, he's been hovering around the packaged food aisle, letting the other two have their conversation in peace and trying to decide if the anpan looks stale or not (impossible for him to tell through the plastic wrapping, there must be an actual bakery in this city somewhere...).
"Mm? What is it?" At Tamamori's calling and waving (which merits just the barest eyeroll from the cashier, but not more than that; pour one out for all night-shift clerks the multiverse over), Minakami ambles back over -- he seems to have regained his equilibrium, as he addresses Yizhi: "Have you been giving Tamamori an education?"
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“Ah, you should pay for it first-” Yizhi tries to speak up, though Tamamori’s attention has already turned away. Well, he’s giving his new acquaintance the benefit of the doubt and assuming it’s the shea butter moisturizer Tamamori wants to show off. Now his taller friend Minakami is here, and if Tamamori grabs the guy’s hands in the next ten seconds Yizhi feels he’s got no responsibility in the matter.
“Oh, no, I just recommended Mr. Tamamori some products I thought he would find useful.” He hopes Minakami would find it useful too- everyone could do with some moisturiser- but he has a feeling he's about to find out, so he refrains from voicing that second part. He's just going to stand here and watch this unfold.
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Tama is halfway through unscrewing the lid when Yizhi's warning hits him, and he stops, suddenly unsure of what to do. It's not so expensive to break their shared money, but if it smells bad then he can't put it back once it's opened, it seems...ah well. He's not come this far being timid. Off goes the lid!
...oh. There was a plastic film in the way. Still, Tama brought it up to sniff, and sure enough he could pick up the scent with his own delicate sense of smell, thus holds it up to Minakami- be proud he's not able to grab a swatch of it to rub on Minakami's cheek like he'd intended.
There goes another timeline's Minakami."Yizhi-san has been really helpful! Is this mild enough for you, too? I'm trying to limit myself to one thing for now, so we both have to be okay with it." Because friendship. Best friends. Y'know.no subject
"Oh?" He notices the POWER OF HORSE OIL bottles have been firmly pushed back on the shelf, and feels obscurely relieved. At the casino in the Shuten gathering, he'd seen the off-track betting pools and some of those racing steeds had not looked like horses to him. "I'm sure with your guidance, Tamamori has picked-"
He breaks off as he sees, in slow motion, his friend uncapping the container and what he's clearly intending.
For a few seconds, the battle music kicks in, off-key and bitcrushed.Kawase would have bodily vaulted up over the aisle and left, but Minakami just stands there like a stone on the traintracks -- and is relieved when Tama just proffers the container for a sniff. That's definitely relief. Yep.It just... smells mild and pleasant, not what he was expecting, and he nods his approval. "It's a good choice. Though-- truly, I'm not opposed to hydrangeas. Even if I'm not sure it fits the image of my faction..."
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He’s supportive of homoerotism, but they might just get kicked out of the store if things continue like this! Yizhi likes this outlet for its convenient location. He glances to the counter, then widens his smile into a slightly awkward grin in an attempt to defuse the weirdness of the situation. These two are… well. Yizhi’s thinking through his idea of taking Tamamori under his wing Mean-Girls-style and giving him a makeover sequence now; he might also have to coach both of them how to be homoerotic in a way that doesn’t get them ejected from shops, which is a lot of work.
“Is there anything else you want to buy? Soap, shampoo? Something more ‘faction-appropriate’?”
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"'Faction appropriate' with Shuten would be that 'protein powder' stuff, wouldn't it?" Tama eyes down to where the weird health bars and supplements are, an aisle or so down. "There's many modern marvels here, but I think we can skip that." A beat. "...but I might look for hydrangea soap since it's still on my mind."
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"That. Would be fine. We can afford it," he manages, sounding almost normal. "...a girl did say something about protein, but I assumed it was -- beef and eggs and so on. Powder feels rather... joyless."
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“Shuten?” Yizhi can’t keep the surprise out of his voice, and the something else. But it’s possible neither newcomer has the political mind to guess his own faction from that reaction alone. “Oh, yes, I heard they’re very into muscle building. I heard-” -he lowers his voice, glancing around to make sure they’re mostly alone- “-that Shuten’s leader wants to increase the size of his, you know, his manhood.”
It’s a completely made-up rumor, but it sounds like a real urban legend at this point.
“I guess I’ll pay for my things first? You can try finding hydrangea soap- I’m not sure they have that specific scent, but you might get lucky. I don’t know much about the protein powders, though, or what brands are good. You could ask whoever mentioned it to you.”
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Even still, it's probably best to get their goods and cash out- Tama hasn't realized the deadened stare of the cashier yet, but his sixth sense has been a low hum of nerves in the background of his nonsensical behavior. He's just painfully used to ignoring that. "Oh, yes, I wouldn't want to keep you too long...! Thank you very much for your help!" Tama inclines his head in the closest approximation to a bow he's capable of giving to strangers, then makes a small fist-pump motion. "I'm confident I can tackle the soaps and such now, and maybe even figure out what that nozuchi wants..."
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